Age: My Small World

Chapter 77: Standing Meditation
After another big meal in the cafeteria at noon.

Jiang Xueying shook her head slightly at Yang Jun who came into the classroom, indicating that he didn't need to carry her back today.

"I have to go out for something, is that okay?"

He asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, just go and do your own thing." Jiang Xueying smiled slightly.

Only then did Yang Jun leave.

Seeing his back disappear, the girl behind him was a little dazed.

"What's the point of bothering him all the time? I'm just a dying man." The girl's eyes gradually dimmed, and the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt.

"Perhaps, returning home and peacefully awaiting death is my destiny."

But suddenly, she remembered those concerned eyes again.

……

Yang Jun didn't know that Jiang Xueying had suddenly become a little self-destructive. At this moment, he had already said goodbye to Xiao Yuer and left the school.

"We have to go check on that old man. He's trying so hard to hide his identity. I think he's going to be in trouble. I hope he doesn't get dragged into jail."

The changes in the system in recent days have caused a lot of confusion, and he is still worried that Mr. Hu will be exposed.

To be honest, he still had to owe the old man a favor. He gave him a good portion of the activating spiritual water and also introduced him to Mr. Liu's network of contacts.

Even if Mr. Hu is unwilling to teach him, it doesn't matter.

He walked to the old place and knocked on the door familiarly.

Probably already familiar with his habit of knocking on the door, Mr. Hu's impatient voice came from the room: "Come on, come on, what the hell are you knocking for? You're about to break my door."

The old man didn't even need to look, he just opened the door and said, "What's up with you today, little brat? Why do you come here every other day?"

"Master Ba, are your persimmons almost ripe?"

Yang Jun did not answer his question, but instead looked at the yellow persimmons in the air.

Under the green leaves, persimmons hang among them, giving people the feeling of seeing the fruit tree in life in Journey to the West.

Mr. Hu had already reclined on his recliner. He glanced at Yang Jun and said, "What's up? Are you calculating the time to pick the fruit?"

Yang Jun did want to pick some, but only for the seeds.

There are only pear and peach trees in his little world right now. If he plants some persimmon trees, then in a few years he might be able to make his own persimmon cakes.

At least the rich variety of fruits is quite good.

"Then I'll pick a few to take back?" Yang Jun said, and his hands were already moving, ready to climb up and pick some.

It's just that my hands and feet are a little clumsy.

Although the old and the young have not been together for too long, they have already developed a lot of tacit understanding and are not so awkward with each other.

Seeing him like this, Mr. Hu smiled, stroked his beard and said, "Boy, how can you do this? You can't even climb a tree."

"Old man, don't talk without any hesitation. I am the one who climbed the tree, not you." Yang Jun didn't mind. He moved his hands quickly and picked a few low fruits and put them in his arms.

"Oh!" The old man who was lying down suddenly sighed, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Then he concentrated for a moment, as if relieved of something, and then he stood up.

"Boy, come and learn how to climb a tree from me."

Mr. Hu walked to the persimmon tree and pulled Yang Jun down.

Yang Jun didn't have time to think before he was shocked. Hu Baye, using his hands and feet like a monkey, quickly climbed up the fork of the persimmon tree. He sat on the branch, stroking his beard and smiling, saying, "How's it going? Can you do it?"

Yang Jun seemed to have thought of something, his brows raised slightly, and he looked a little happy.

"If you want to teach me, just tell me directly. I will definitely learn it well. But I haven't laid a solid foundation yet. How can I have the skills you have now?" He grinned.

Seeing that Yang Jun could guess what he meant, Mr. Hu was not surprised at all, but he had no choice but to jump down from the two-meter-high tree branch and landed silently.

He blew his beard and glared, "With your attitude, kneel down and call me Master first, and then I will consider whether to teach you or not."

Unexpectedly, Yang Jun immediately performed the ceremony of becoming his disciple.

"Disciple Yang Jun, I pay my respects to Master."

After so much haggling, the old man finally gave in. He naturally would not give up such an opportunity.

Seeing that he was very clever, Mr. Hu nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, get up."

"Thank you, Master."

Yang Jun chuckled and stood up.

Now that he had accepted a disciple, Mr. Hu looked at Yang Jun with a much more friendly look.

He said, "If you want to learn the moves, you must first know who my teacher is and what you are learning. Listen to what I say once and forget it. Don't tell anyone."

Yang Jun nodded: "Don't worry, Master, if you hear it, it will be forgotten. I am not a big mouth."

Seeing that he was listening attentively, Mr. Hu continued, "My real name is Hu Yaozu. I was born in the Bordered Yellow Banner of the Manchus. I used to be quite well-known in the capital..."

From Mr. Hu Baye's narration, Yang Jun seemed to see the life of an aristocratic lord from the old times, from the peak to the decline.

Born in the late 19th century, Mr. Hu's family was quite well-off. He was a Manchu aristocrat and had lived a wealthy life since childhood with many servants.

It is not an exaggeration to say that his early life was that of a dandy boy who walked around with a bird cage.

The turning point happened when I was fifteen years old.

The family hired a skilled guard to protect the house. When Mr. Hu was not convinced, he challenged him to a competition and was impressed by the guard. He then became his disciple and learned all his skills.

Later he found out that his master was the successor of Qimen Tongbeiquan.

While Mr. Hu was learning boxing, the entire society was undergoing tremendous changes. The rapid changes were overwhelming. In just fifty years, the nobles completely disappeared. Because of his background, he had to leave the capital and head south. He eventually lived in seclusion in the small place of Feixian and had not returned for more than ten years.

And that Mr. Liu was actually the book boy who grew up with him.

However, Mr. Hu likes boxing, while Mr. Liu, the servant, prefers literature. The two can be said to be one righteous and one strange, one literary and one martial, and they have supported each other over the years.

Yang Jun didn't know what happened in between that caused the two to part ways, but now he had to start training with Mr. Hu who had finished telling the story.

"If you want to learn the techniques, you must first lay a solid foundation. This stance is the most basic. Watch me do the horse stance and follow it carefully."

As Mr. Ba finished his recollections, he began his first teaching session.

"Later, when I traveled south, I was lucky enough to meet a master of Tan Legs and learned a powerful stance, which I am now passing on to you: the Plum Blossom Stance."

"The saying that power originates from the ground, originates from the heels, is transmitted to the legs, is controlled by the waist, and is carried out by the fingers is universal..."

Under Mr. Hu's careful explanation and demonstration, Yang Jun began to learn the standing posture.

In fact, this is a kind of boxing itself, but after it became widely spread, it was integrated into the concepts of major boxing masters, and each had its own changes.

Yang Jun couldn't help but be a little surprised. He thought that Mr. Hu was specialized in Tongbeiquan, but he didn't expect that he had a strange encounter and learned the Twelve-Route Tan Leg from Longtan Temple in Shandong Province.

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